Chapter 10: So-called fortune

Chapter 10 The So-called Creation
After arriving in Beijing, Wuxi, which caused numerous storms, has not done anything extraordinary since the blockbuster that day. Almost nothing stayed in his post hall, waiting for the witch boy's Proton House to be cleaned up, it is half a year later, I do not know whether it is intentional or unintentional.
Originally, it was rude, but no one cares about it, because the adult Jian Jianzong Jian Jian, who usually likes to use "common system" as a mantra, is burned because he has been involved in the crime of unsystematic system.
These things are not known in Wuxi, but Jingqi is also in the heart.
The witch boy has stopped, but many people have played by the topic. This group of people who are afraid of the chaos in the world will be able to make a few laps around the whole city.
Someone from Jian Jianzong, from the style of life, all the way to his generation of secret tigers and wolves, has a lot of thought. Of course, we all know who this "tiger and wolf" is, and if the height rises a little, it will become someone who has no father and no intention to rebel, etc. Folded up.
There are those who complained against Jian Zongzong, and used it to talk about the witchcraft magic. From the witchcraft art, they talked about divergent discussions on the maintenance of Taoist priests in the middle of the DPRK, and listened to the word and practice of alchemy. The Taoist priest named Li, for a while, the words of evil, evil arts, misconduct, and so on spread all over the world. You came and went with joy, and the dragon case was almost overwhelming.
Although the dynasty of North Korea is suffocating, for the children who do not have these worries, the life is extremely fast. The teenagers grow tall like a strip, and they read in a daze.
Although Wuxi lives close to Jingqi, he doesn't communicate much.
Wuxi seemed to have an instinct to resist this beautiful and elegant boy. He always felt that his smile seemed to be mixed with something else.
He didn't touch a lot of Central Plains. He didn't know what the Central Plains should look like. He just felt that the big prince who was clamoring to kill himself and covering himself with the sky that day was fine. Either the emperor, or it is always in the mist, even Master Chen who does not know what he is thinking, is not as scary as the Nanning king.
Jing Beiyuan was like the mist in the forest of the Southland hanging on his face, and it couldn't be seen any closer. Wuxi felt that the Nanning King was not like his peers, but a ghost who didn't know how many years he had lived, like a big wizard, or older than a big wizard, through that layer of fog and young people. Looking over his eyes, no one knew whether he was kind or malicious in his heart.
Children in southern Xinjiang will learn the basic skills of hunting in the woods and preventing various poisons with adult men when they are four or five years old. At the age of seven or eight, they can go out with adults. When they are ten years old, they can live independently. Already. What they could tell from a gust of wind was a small animal that could be hunted, or a fierce and cruel beast, could see through the camouflage of the most cunning fox, and instinctively knew where the danger was.
Now, instinctively tell Wuxi not to approach this young man called Jing Beiyuan.
Jing Qi is also calm. People have to depend on fate. He feels that he and the solid-eyed child are mostly a bit uninvited and do not bother each other, but he is occasionally caught by Helien Wing and going around. If you get something new, always let Ping An send a copy to Wuxi, regardless of whether he is a wolf cub or a rabbit cub.
In the past three or four years, in the past few years, where are the people who come and go from witch boy all day, Jing Qi knows it.
The background of the witch boy in South Xinjiang is set aside. In the eyes of He Lianqi, he played Jian Jianzong in the eyes of the chapel.
Unfortunately, this Wuxi belongs to a donkey. The top and bottom of his house are all the way up, and the southern Xinjiang warriors at the gate and nursing home all have donkey tempers. Seeing that you are not pleasing to the eye, who you love, the door is one. Just throw out the phrase "the host doesn't see the guests" and ask for your own help.
Since ancient times, they have not reached out to smile at people, this witch boy in southern Xinjiang is only to smile at people.
Jing Qi secretly told Ping An to find a safe person, and to make a lot of money for Wuxi, his family is quite rich, plus a lot of things Helen Pei appreciated, but he does not care about this money, but Ping An is not uncomfortable every time .
After a long time, he muttered behind Jingqi and murmured, "Master, the government has money, but it is not a defeat. A family member should take good care of it. I have never heard of it. Drifting ... "
Jingqi holding the anecdote of the previous dynasty, did not raise his head when he heard the words, and hummed lowly: "Have you heard the sound?"
Ping An was angry: "Master, you are a white-eyed wolf." At the end of last year, the old housekeeper officially unloaded the burden, asked for grace, and returned to his hometown to take care of himself. At present, all the big and small things at the Nanning Royal Palace are being handled safely. At first, he stumbled, a pile of baskets, making the young man burnt out, hanging two huge dark circles every day, like dead dogs.
Jing Qi didn't care about him, he would smash things when it was done, and it would be more than damaging. He had something in his heart and did n’t point it out, and he did n’t feel bad when he added something outside of him. He knew that the child had gone through it. , But also to find out by Ping An himself, and occasionally mention a few words.
It is also said that it is talent. Ping An is a child of great wisdom and ignorance. Looking at the foolish and steward's affairs, once he got started, he was really good at it. It didn't take long, the parents were short, the Grange shop, the money in and out, up and down. RBI, they are all done quite a bit, and there are quite a few confidants that can be used.
The only drawback is that I feel that when I first came to control the house, I lost a lot less and made him have some obstacles in my heart. This year, I have almost got to see the money. This is the way the protagonist of his own family cares.
"After the new year, the master will talk to the government and listen to politics. In the coming years, I will pay attention to people. Where is the less money?" Late autumn was slightly dry, Jing Qi was too lazy to listen to him muttering, turned and went to the study, safe. Perseverance and chasing after him, "Why is it so? Did you get it in the second prince's way, or did the southern barbarian thank you in the future? Good people aren't like this ..."
Jing Qi settled his steps, staring back at the peace with a poor expression.
It's a pity that Ping An has always known his temper, and understands that he is shameless but only shows it to others, he may not really go to his heart, and he is not afraid of him. He still said in a rough voice, "You said I said Got it right? "
Jing Qi's face suddenly stepped down, and he shook his head helplessly: "Where is the peace ..."
"Slaves are here."
Jing Qi took a face that he had just and honestly delivered, and lifted it up and down again, unwilling to lift it up again, and then let it down, so that he was very uncomfortable, and had to scold: "If you marry a daughter-in-law in the future, You have to marry a deaf! "
Walk away.
Ping An didn't care about it. He kept up, opened his two thick lips, and continued to chatter: "Master, the third day of next month is Lord Lu's birthday, and the birthday party invitation is here. You want ..."
"You take care of it yourself."
"Master, people are here to let you. This Lord Lu is a generation of Confucian masters, who are all over the world. Just after Qiu Yi has just ended, all the new and upstarts of the North Korean Central will visit, and they are invited by Baba to send them up ..."
"Just say I'm sick." Jing Qi was "buzzing" in his head. Why didn't he find Ping An so annoying before?
"Master, Your Royal Highness means that you also go there in person to pay tribute and make more people, and you may join the DPRK next year ..."
"Peace," Jing Qi turned sharply. "From now on, if you can shut up for an hour every day, Grandpa will give you long money."
This trick is the most spiritual, and peace really shuts up honestly.
Speaking of Helian, it was another scourge that was disturbing.
In this life, he is nothing but a child.
Jing Qi Leng watched him grow up little by little, squeezing back those easily exposed angers, pressing them into his heart socket, exposing the sharp lines like his previous life, slowly overlapping with the man in his memory. .
I felt that the person who had read the seventh century suddenly had a blurred face.
He thought that the person who was too deep-hearted when he was young was actually a young man who was struggling to suppress himself and struggle in the cracks. Jing Qi sometimes looked at him, and suddenly he understood why he and he would endlessly endlessly-probably because he had never known this person before.
Probably because he was a child at the time, he could only see his city, but he could not see his forbearance, he could see heaven and earth, but he did not know the paranoia and suffering in his heart.
His young Crown Prince was too careful and exhausted in his early years. Suspicion was something that had been integrated into his bones. Jing Qi thought that the little cleverness that he had calculated in that year should surprise him in the dark center, right?
On the contrary, in this life, he is unwilling to control anything, and unwilling to think about anything, but occasionally when Helian came here, he sat silently with him for a while, and sometimes he did n’t even say a word all afternoon. Helien stunned him, Jing Qi read his idle books, and held the lamp. When Helien woke up, he quit and left, sometimes staying for a simple dinner, but let Helien faintly use him Be a confidant.
The rock-solid barriers of previous lives seem to have never existed.
What the world ca n’t ask for, it ’s just that the world does n’t understand how to retreat, and it just says that it ’s just making things happen.
In the end, the celebratory feast of the great lord Lu Renqing Lu, Jing Qi still went, because He Lianzhen went out early in the morning and went out to the palace to come to dig people.
The author has something to say: Well, this chapter is over